rubbed his hand over his mouth before looking at Minshom.
“I don’t…want this.”
“You want it all right. You’re primed and ready to go.” Minshom flicked Anthony’s pantaloons and then dragged his nails over the taut white satin, plucked at the wetness already seeping through. “You’ll be coming before you know it, pleading with me to give you more.”
“No.”
“No?” Minshom brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, brushed them across Anthony’s tightly compressed lips. “This doesn’t taste like no.”
Anthony swallowed hard against a desire to sink to his knees and take what the other man offered and have done with it. He readjusted his cock with shaking fingers and forced his erection to conform to the tight-fitting garment. Why was he trying to pretend he could ever have a successful relationship with a woman with his perverted sexual needs?
“I want to change. This doesn’t help.”
Surprise flickered in Minshom’s cold gaze. “Why should I help you? I want you right where you belong, servicing me.”
“I don’t believe that’s where I belong.”
“You think you’ll do better in a woman’s bed?”
Anthony forced himself to meet Lord Minshom’s hard blue eyes. “Surely I need to find that out for myself?”
He winced as Minshom grabbed the back of his head and drew him close, kissed him hard on the mouth.
“I’m not giving you up. And when you do crawl back to me, I’ll make you pay for your disobedience.”
A shiver of anticipation coiled through Anthony’s gut, and he pushed it away, hoping Minshom hadn’t seen the flare of excitement in his eyes.
Laughing softly, Minshom stepped back. “You can’t hide your true nature, Sokorvsky. You need the pain to find the pleasure. That’s just the way you are made. Have a good evening.”
Anthony leaned against the wall until Minshom disappeared and then found his way back into the theater. God, his legs were shaking and his cock throbbed with every labored breath he took. He’d seen men who couldn’t do without alcohol or opium continue to feed their cravings even though they knew it would kill them. Was he doomed to crave sexual domination for the rest of his life?
He paused at the bottom of the stairs. How the hell could he go back to Marguerite in this state? He licked his lips and tasted a hint of his own pre-cum and Lord Minshom’s spicy cologne. He couldn’t help but contrast it to the softness of Marguerite’s response to him, the warm welcome of her mouth.
He remembered to check that Mrs. Jones had departed, tip the footman stationed in the anteroom and retrieve their cloaks before he had to face Marguerite. To his relief, she sat patiently in her chair, her elbow propped on the edge of the box, hand under her chin. Her smile was full of welcome and made him feel even worse.
“Are you all right, my lord?” Her gaze fell to his legs. “Did you fall? Your pantaloons are dirty.”
He managed a nod as he handed her into her cloak. “In my eagerness to get back to you, I slipped on the steps.”
“You didn’t need to worry. I knew you’d come back.” She chuckled. “I hardly think you’re the kind of man who would leave a lady stranded.”
God, he couldn’t even smile at that. He’d been so close to following Lord Minshom farther into the shadows behind the theater and giving him what he’d wanted.
Marguerite’s amusement faded, and she touched his arm. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m sure.” He kept his cloak draped over his arm, hoping it concealed the bulge of his still-hard cock, and offered her his hand. “Shall we go? The carriage should be there by now.”
He opened the door and led her into the anteroom just as the large party from the box beside them decided to exit too. Overwhelmed by their numbers, he was pushed back against Marguerite, his large body pressing her into the wall. He almost came as his shaft jerked against her stomach and pulled away as quickly as he could. He didn’t dare apologize in case she hadn’t noticed, and he hardly wanted to draw attention to his cock.
She was quiet on the way down the stairs, even quieter as he settled her in the carriage. He glanced at her closed expression. Damnation, had he offended her? And how on earth was he going to explain such a lapse of good manners?
The carriage moved off, and he braced himself against the side, keeping his cloak draped over the lower half of his body, although it might well be too late for such modesty.
Marguerite met his gaze, her blue eyes clear. “It’s all right. I have been married, you know.”
“I beg your pardon?”
She flicked a gaze down at his groin. “I understand how men can become inconveniently aroused.”
“You do?”
“And as I caused this, when we kissed, perhaps I should be the one to do something about it.”
Anthony sat forward just as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Marguerite, you didn’t…God, what are you doing?”
Her hands worked at the straining buttons of his pantaloons until his cock was revealed in all its thick, heated glory. She looked up at him, the slight color on her cheeks the only sign of any lack of composure.
“I’m going to suck your cock.”
“What?”
“Surely you’ve had that done to you before?”
“Yes, but…” not by a woman.
“My husband showed me how to do it. He assured me that most men like it. Is that not true?”
“Yes, but…” Her hand slid lower and cupped his balls and the base of his shaft. His cock jerked as if seeking her mouth. “God…”
She leaned closer, her breath warm on his flesh, and her tongue flicked out to catch a drop of pre-cum. He groaned and angled his hips toward her. She licked him again, the whole juicy wet purple crown this time, and he sighed.
“You do like it, then.”
He opened his eyes to stare down at her. “Yes.”
“No ‘but’ this time?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll keep going.”
She opened her mouth and allowed the first four or five inches of his cock inside her. The sensitive head caught at the back of her throat, and he tried to pull back, but her grip was too strong. He groaned again as she took him even deeper, sucking him while her fingers stroked and shaped his balls.
“Harder.”
He couldn’t stop the harsh command, needed more, needed something to stop him
